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Confrontations of the Heart
"DOCTOR!" screamed Amy, running for the big, blue box she knew to be a safe haven.
"Amy, get in the TARDIS and lock the door! Do you understand? Do not come back out. Wait for me in there!"
Frozen at the door, Amy turned and saw the Doctor 'sonicing' the metal doors they had just ran through.
"I'm not leaving you out here," she said blankly.
"I will be five minutes-no; less than five minutes. Just get in the TARDIS!"
Amy knew why she was so scared of leaving him, her 'raggedy Doctor'.
For the nth time Rory was gone. After their disastrous honeymoon they had spent a week together on the TARDIS, discovering parts of the ship even the Doctor had forgot about. They hadn't gone with the Doctor on any of his adventures but decided to join him for a walk on a planet where the rain tasted like liquorice and the leaves like fruit. It was the perfect place for a safe honeymoon-ish day out.
Until they saw the Crack.
Even knowing what it could do, they allowed themselves to get too close in their curiosity and fear.
And Rory had been taken again.
But this time she only forgot for a second. She carried on pretending because deep down she was unsure of whether Rory was real, or just her imagination. She was scared that she had forgotten. The Doctor was already going on about getting out of there, not even mentioning Rory. They were both too good at acting.
She couldn't pull him up on it as she just didn't want to admit it to herself. Because to admit it would mean that she would have to confess to the Doctor of how the Crack hadn't affected her memory either.
It hadn't erased Rory from her mind…even though it should have.
She had the same feeling as last time, like she had forgotten something, like she had left something behind.
It was too powerful to just be something trivial like a coat or hat. She felt something missing and she wanted it back. Desperately.
She thought that maybe because the Crack was a straggler it hadn't worked properly. They still remembered when they weren't supposed to.
So it stood to reason that, just because he was supposed to be gone, didn't mean that he actually was.
But she still wasn't one hundred percent sure.
A loud bang brought Amy out of her reverie.
"How are they breaking through? They can't break through, that's impossible…"
The Doctor put his Screwdriver back in his pocket and ran to the control centre in the middle of the room.
"Doctor, let's just go. Please."
The Doctor heard the fear in Amy's voice and his head snapped up.
Amy Pond was never scared. Her fearlessness reminded him of-
Do not think about that now, he scolded himself. He needed to make Amy safe.
"Amy, into the TARDIS now!" he roared.
She wouldn't be hurt because of him. It had happened too often. All of his companions would eventually leave because of him. They would get hurt or killed or taken into another world where he could never reach them.
Never reach her.
"Doctor, you've done enough. Please. It's time to go."
The locks clicked into place and he ran for the TARDIS.
"In we go!"
"Doctor-" He slammed the door shut behind him.
"No time, Amy."
His abrupt tone startled her. He started messing with the console. The TARDIS sprung into flight.
"What?" she asked incredulously.
The Doctor's eyes were hard as she met them. She dropped her gaze immediately.
"I told you to get in the TARDIS and stay there. But did you listen? No, of course not."
"How was I supposed to know you would follow me?" she cried. "I wasn't going to let you leave me as well!"
She started for the stairs but was stopped as the Doctor grabbed her arm.
"Amy, who left you?"
His tone was gentle, coaxing.
"Stop it," she moaned, trying to pull away.
She had said too much.
"Who was it, Amy? Just tell me his name and I'll let you stomp off to wherever it is you want to go."
Amy's head whipped around.
"You remember too?"
The Doctor's eyes searched her face.
"You said 'his name'. You remember him too?"
She needed the Doctor's reassurances, needed him to confirm that Rory wasn't just a figment of her imagination or from a dream.
"Who is he? Just say his name. I need you to tell me his name, Amy."
The tears came then. Amy knew that they were on the same page.
Rory was real.
But he was also gone.
"Rory. Rory Williams."
The Doctor dropped her arm as though electrocuted.
"How do you remember him? He never existed."
"I know, but I do! So that must mean that he's out there somewhere. Maybe back on Earth, waiting for me."
Amy's eyes were shining with excitement.
The Doctor's heart was heavy with regret at what he was about to tell her.
"Rory died, Amy. Even if he did exist, perhaps only in our lives, he won't be waiting for you. The energy from the Crack would have killed him as soon as he entered it."
This information, however, didn't seem to have any effect on Amy's mood.
"I know. But what if it's all…bleh?"
"Bleh?" the Doctor asked, confused by her reaction.
"Yeah! Maybe it's all gone wrong or something. I wasn't supposed to remember him because he wasn't supposed to exist so maybe he didn't die either!"
The Doctor shook his head sadly.
"That's not how it wor-"
"It's worth a shot!" Amy burst out heatedly.
"But what if he isn't down there? The disappointment…you wouldn't be able to handle it. I won't let you be crushed over this."
"I'll be more crushed if I never look for him. And he will be too."
"I understand how you feel but-"
Amy laughed harshly, the tears coming thick and fast now.
"What would you know about it? You've never loved, how could you? You're not even human."
She ran up the stairs, stopping on the top step where she then sat, tears still falling, holding her knees to her chest as though that would stop the pain she felt in her heart.